I
can't wake up.The
dreams are taking over.Mutilated
corpses, still alive.To
live with too much heat inside.The
weight is pulling down my eyes.The
forms that I created turned to ash.Deep
beneath it all, a crash of lightninglingers
in the grass. Gaining power fromthe
hidden sun.

He
doesn’t wish to know the role he plays.Love,
once flowing free, held in a cage.I
hear the incantations of a mage.His
fireballs delete another stageof
the development they need.To
lie upon an altar and to bleed.The
flesh contains sadistic mysteries.I
can't wake up. The image castwithin
the mirror is blowing me away...